My AV Preferences Are Being Analyzed More Seriously Than I Thought
When my preference for AVs starring big-breasted actresses came to light, I felt as embarrassed as if I were standing naked in front of Ji-soo.
Every man watches it, sure, but my tastes were far too obvious.
It was clear I was using AV to satisfy desires my wife’s body couldn’t fulfill.
Yet how on earth had Eun-ho learned about the sexual preferences I only indulged in when she wasn’t around?
Oh. Right.
“Ugh!”
The shocking possibility hit me so hard I let out an audible groan.
It was Min Seo-hye.
Eun-ho’s position on porn was crystal clear.
Sometimes we held passionate debates about whether it was right to show it to minors or how to solve the problem of people confusing reality with AV.
But the conversation always ended there.
“Hmm, I don’t particularly want to know about your porn tastes or anything…”
When I told her about AV companies that executed wild concepts like sex bicycles or magic-mirror rooms where you could see out but not in, Eun-ho had looked at me with faint contempt.
After that we might discuss porn as a social issue, but we never once talked about the specific videos I watched.
I had decided to accept that understanding something intellectually and actually seeing a man watching porn right in front of you were two entirely different matters.
With Min Seo-hye, however, it was different.
“Senior! You watch porn~? What kind of porn? I wanna know! Please tell me!”
With Min Seo-hye, who would even show me the Western porn she liked on her phone during flights, I could talk about AV without any hesitation.
“Wow… She’s so… busty… Senior, you pervert! Hehe, just kidding~”
She would tease me mercilessly after looking through my collection, which was packed with big-breasted actresses.
“But senior, you know what…? My tits are pretty impressive too, you know~? Tee-hee~”
She would proudly thrust out her chest—clearly more than a D-cup—making my heart race.
…And in France I later confirmed with my own eyes that her breasts were exactly as advertised.
Since Min Seo-hye, who knew my porn list down to the last video, had recruited my wife Eun-ho into the “shared wife” project, it was no surprise that Eun-ho had learned about my big-breast fetish.
…I wanted to die.
To have my wife find out about the porn I watched…
“It’s not embarrassing at all. All men like big breasts, after all…”
Ji-soo cupped her flushed cheeks with her pale hands.
“…Are you introducing yourself?”
“I suppose I am.”
This woman had clearly grown more comfortable with me.
Her current demeanor was quite different from the shy, reserved woman I’d first met.
With her slightly relaxed posture and that sly little smile, she looked far more lovable than when she was stiff and formal.
“I already knew you liked my breasts, Sung-won.”
I nearly spat out my tea.
To say something like that while casually kneading her own chest…
“…I won’t deny it.”
“Please, don’t hold back. Enjoy them as much as you like.”
She politely gathered her breasts and bowed; I bowed back.
Yang Ji-soo… She was no pushover.
“Eun-ho is an incredibly charming woman. But even she cannot possess everything you desire in a single body. The same goes for Seo-hye. Husbands inevitably end up desiring women who aren’t their wives. That leads to affairs and neglecting the family.”
Having already cheated, I had no ground to argue.
“I don’t want to blame men. These problems arise because our innate design and our actual lives don’t match up… Men want to have sex with as many women as possible to spread their genes, while we women simply want stability. The two desires inevitably collide.”
This was a topic Eun-ho and I had often debated.
“It is the fundamental limitation of monogamy. It doesn’t suit human nature at all. It’s a sad system born from men’s instinct to securely raise children who carry their genes. Women’s desire to secure even one devoted man is probably reflected in it as well.”
Yet we still had to remain faithful to the partner we chose…
We must not have affairs.
Living according to instinct was no different from being an animal.
That had been the conclusion Eun-ho and I reached.
And now Eun-ho had changed her mind…
“So… sharing your wife solves everything?”
Ji-soo nodded.
“I still don’t quite understand. Men’s desires have no end. If they have two wives, they’ll lust after a third. If they have three, they’ll lust after a fourth.”
“That isn’t how it works.”
“Why not?”
“Sung-won, have you loved countless women besides Seo-hye?”
“……”
It was hard to answer.
But Ji-soo continued as if it were the simplest question in the world.
“Human desire is infinite. That isn’t wrong. But a person’s heart is a very limited resource. A one-night fling is one thing, but genuinely cherishing and loving three or more people at once is extremely difficult.”
I could somewhat accept that.
Living surrounded by flight attendants, there were countless women who sparked my interest or sexual desire.
Even Kim Jung-yeon, who had pressured me into taking leave, was a stunning woman whose dazzling appearance and proud personality stimulated a man’s competitive spirit.
Yet I did not love her.
And having been married, I understood.
A wife was the single, irreplaceable existence that stood apart from all the countless women in the world.
Sharing flesh, sharing living space, blending tastes, ideals, dreams, and habits—sometimes clashing, sometimes compromising—until two people became something close to one.
That was a wife.
It was a world apart from simply finding someone attractive.
The number of people one could accept as vital family to share a lifetime with could not possibly be large.
“We thought about it for a long time and arrived at an answer. Three feels just right. When you grow tired of one person over time, you switch places with another husband of different charms and another wife of different charms, recovering that first fluttering excitement.”
Ji-soo’s eyes sparkled with absolute conviction as she spoke in an animated, passionate voice.
“The person you live with now, the one you lived with until recently, the one you will soon live with again… Within that cycle of three people, love remains eternal and trust remains eternal. A man’s instincts can be satisfied, and a woman’s instincts can be satisfied.”p>
My heart felt heavy.
The realization that there were parts of me that weren’t satisfied with Eun-ho.
The realization that I had been fulfilling those parts through my relationship with Min Seo-hye.
Just that was enough to make me feel like I had already fallen deep into the “shared wife” trap.
The more I spoke with Ji-soo, the more it seemed I was weaving the very net that would bind me.
Above all, the conclusion of this conversation…
Didn’t it point to the gloomy prospect that I would naturally end up accepting Ji-soo—the owner of the most magnificent breasts in existence—as my third wife?
“…Is Eun-ho angry with me?”
I asked the question that had been weighing on me.
The hostility I had felt toward Ji-soo had faded considerably.
“…A little.”
“As I thought… So this is something like the ‘punishment’ my wife is giving me…”
A husband dissatisfied with his wife’s body had been watching porn featuring big-breasted women, then lived at work like a married couple with a younger woman who had large breasts…
All while completely rejecting her own wish to have a child…
At that very moment, the husband’s affair partner—Min Seo-hye—had approached Eun-ho. A wealthy family spouting delusions about changing Korean society offered her the sweet proposal of helping her conceive the child she longed for, and she was persuaded.
So Eun-ho sent me a photo of herself creampied by another man, provoking me intensely…
Min Seo-hye used her beauty to lure me into a trap…
And now, with me cornered, they were sending the third woman—Ji-soo—to demand my surrender.
—Go ahead and enjoy those big breasts you love so much.
Even now, as she sat still, Ji-soo’s breasts continued to draw my gaze like a black hole with their subtle, mesmerizing sway. They felt like Eun-ho’s cold voice of condemnation.
“But Eun-ho still loves you as her husband. She said she doesn’t want to separate.”
“Eun-ho… said that.”
The hatred that had filled my chest eased, replaced by guilt and tender longing.
I missed my wife.
The feeling surged so strongly that I even wanted to pretend Min Seo-hye and Yang Ji-soo had never existed and turn back time to the happy days when it was just the two of us.
“That… man named Young-hun…”
But we couldn’t simply pretend none of it had happened.
Not after I had cum inside Min Seo-hye’s pussy…
And not when there was a man who had cum inside my wife Eun-ho’s pussy…
“What kind of person is he?”
One hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall, powerful build—Ji-soo’s original husband, the man who had fucked Eun-ho.
I asked about the final figure in this twisted relationship, the one who had yet to truly appear in the story.
“Young-hun is…”
The moment his name left her lips, an indescribable, lewd expression rose on Ji-soo’s face.
It was different from the pure fluttering she showed when she heard the name Seung-woo; this one carried a distinctly lustful undertone.
For this seemingly shy married woman to wear such an expression…
If I had to describe it…
It was the face of a bitch in heat.
And the words Yang Ji-soo breathed out with a moist, yearning sigh were exactly what a bitch in heat would say.
“…It’s big. Extremely.”
